A hallucination is a fact, not an error; what is erroneous is a judgment based upon it.
A pleasant illusion is better than a harsh reality.
Artists use frauds to make human beings seem more wonderful than they really are. Dancers show us human beings who move much more gracefully than human beings really move. Films and books and plays show us people talking much more entertainingly than people.
Better a dish of illusion and a hearty appetite for life, than a feast of reality and indigestion therewith.
Disillusion is a natural stage that follows the holding of an illusion.
For me, it is as though at every moment the actual world had completely lost its actuality. As though there was nothing there; as though there were no foundations for anything or as though it escaped us. Only one thing, however, is vividly present: the constant tearing of the veil of appearances; the constant destruction of everything in construction. Nothing holds together, everything falls apart.
For what we call illusions are often, in truth, a wider vision of past and present realities –a willing movement of a man's soul with the larger sweep of the world's forces –a movement towards a more assured end than the chances of a single life.
Half the work that is done in this world is to make things appear what they are not.
It appears to me that almost any man may like the spider spin from his own inwards his own airy citadel.
It is respectable to have no illusions, and safe, and profitable and dull.
It isn't safe to sit in judgment upon another person's illusion when you are not on the inside. While you are thinking it is a dream, he may be knowing it is a planet.
Nothing is more sad than the death of an illusion.
Oh, how powerfully the magnet of illusion attracts.
People who have realized that this is a dream imagine that it is easy to wake up, and are angry with those who continue sleeping, not considering that the whole world that environs them does not permit them to wake. Life proceeds as a series of optical illusions, artificial needs and imaginary sensations.
Pleasure can be supported by an illusion; but happiness rests upon truth.
Pray look better, Sir… those things yonder are no giants, but windmills.
The fundamental delusion of humanity is to suppose that I am here and you are out there.
The impression forces itself upon one that men measure by false standards, that everyone seeks power, success, riches for himself, and admires others who attain them, while undervaluing the truly precious thing in life.
The one person who has more illusions than the dreamer is the man of action.
Therefore trust to thy heart, and to what the world calls illusions.